My Heart Knew

My Heart Knew Broken in so many ways even day was dark as night. My heart convinced my mind to let it try to write. My mind so overwhelmed simply said it did not care. With pen and paper in my hand my heart began to share. It told of pain from long ago it told of fear and doubt. What it was I could not see my heart let it all out. For each and every memory my heart shared from within. There was a stirring in my soul I felt healing begin. I struggled at the start of it I felt naked and exposed. I wondered if not better off when I kept my heart closed. Then suddenly a light did shine like the meaning of a word. I began to see more healing as the voice of you I heard. All the suffering and the sorrow we were never meant to own. My heart knew of me and you we never were alone. Edwin C Hofert